Compelled to Create
Compelled to create, and destined to dream
Being an artist, ain’t quite what it seems
On the scale of stardom , from mega to broke
Most artists will languish; we’re not greedy folk
Someone felt sorry, four dollars in hat
The parking cost eight bucks, but, thank you for that
At least it was something, better than naught
Or you hurrying by, me being ignored.
Yet it’s not dimes in payment, reward’s in the graft,
The people you meet, the journey, the craft.
We’re compelled to conceive, it’s our DNA
A need, drive, compulsion, we won’t go away.